Anyone that knows me REALLY well, knows that I have a fascination with Cemeteries. I know it is morbid, but I don't care. I find them calming and strangely beautiful. The older the better. I love walking through them, ESPECIALLY old ones reading the headstones, tracing the engravings with my fingers, and imagining what kind of person they were in life now that they lie still beneath a blanket of soil and grass. Some headstones are so tiny that you know that the life had not even had a chance to get started yet. Some headstones stay beloved mother/father, son/daughter, etc... Some have pictures, elaborate engravings, personal sayings, or simply say "Lamb of God."
I've been "haunting" grave yards since I was a child reading headstones, running my hands across the tops of the algae covered marble. I've never been frightened, but I could certainly feel the energy of the place. I wonder if that is something unique to me. I've never taken a survey. Thoughts?
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Not unusual, I did a blog about DH's family's head stones recently and found out that cemeteries are quite a few peoples favorite "haunts". You are not alone ;-)
ReplyDeleteYou know, I was the same until I had to put my own in the ground. The grass hasn't been growing long enough to calm me and I may never get to go to "that" place again.
ReplyDeleteBrook, I cannot imagine the grief that you must feel. With the nature of my job, when we lose children, I lose a little piece of me. I don't know if I could ever get back to that place again either.
ReplyDeleteI grew up going to the cemetery with my mom to see the old people graves. Kinda cool, I liked walking through to see who had the neatest marker. But like Brook since then I have placed a Father, a child and a son-in-law there and it is different now. I still go, and still like to see the different headstones, but I also go to see and remember those of mine who are now in a much better place. It is both a sad and happy time for me.
ReplyDeleteI have always loved goint to the old cemeteries. I'm glad we creamated David so I can still go and not have that sadness of visiting his grave, since there is not one there for him. I'm having a tattoo done with some of his ashes.
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